swollen with the remnants of wine
from last night, this heavy head
moves through the morning slow
and uncertain
what was that you said? things aren’t
what they’ve seemed and your heart
isn’t as constant as you’ve led me to
believe…
the world is turning, and now i’m flipped
onto this aching head
left to make sense of all of this
while you quietly remove your heart
from the conversation…
fear invades the corners of my soul
i guess in the end i gave up control
nothing is the same anymore
Tag: spirituality
love’s nectar
insecure and longing devotion
love lingers just on the edge of the heart
hoping that fickle feeling might remain steady;
while reason, stalwart and cold,
lines the boundaries of the mind with doubt
ahh… the sweet pangs of emotion
love’s nectar that can taste so tart
cold
cruel is not a strong enough word
for that which my heart finds
capable; some might call me
cold- though within this chest flows
something more than ice-
it’s an emptiness that cannot be
described…
and yet i try to love, i do, with the
limited warmth i have within me,
there’s just no loving a cool cool
darkness…. it’s like breathing in space
i would take your breathe away and then
explode your lungs into tiny slivers of
frozen stone
best to leave it alone…. i can’t even
stand myself.
ashamed
this cold heart feels nothing-
hidden behind walls of shame
and disdain
it lingers only to see the suffering
that mirrors it’s own
and the disgust it feels for weakness
is only matched by the disgust
it feels for itself
there’s nothing to be gained
by trying to love a thing as cool
as death itself
it’s cruelty knows no end
for it matches that which it knows…
ashamed
rivers
tears rolled down the mountain
cutting a way through trees and
debris
as if an unstoppable pain forged
these snaking rivers…
and the stars watched in disdain
as the birds sang in the distance
what if?
what is left when you remove the
sun from the sky?
do stars provide heat to comfort the soul
or are they just cold light shining
in darkness?
would the moonlight hold such sway
if the burning sun were not
her mighty foil?
am i anything without you?
oh! to be rid of these ponderous thoughts
that plague my mind so…
notes of love
oh! these notes of love
written with invisible ink
travel through time and space
searching out the heart that might
have the eyes to read
what is etched upon my soul
just an echo
empty halls at dawn echo thoughts
back to my heart like a drum
pounding into place all that was
left behind…
sound bouncing off bare walls
these feelings that hover in the distant
places of my soul
would that i grab them in my hand
and within my palm hold them
close so as to understand how they
became just an echo
slow roam of memory
slow roam of memory
floating on an endless sea
bobbing aimless and lonesome-
lost to the moonswept tides
and windy breeze
these wanderings
not empty but void of depth;
voiceless and lacking solvency
oh! that these small specks of remembrance
might swell into a vessel that might
bring back what’s lost to me!
adrift at sea
my heart cannot find
the hope that lies hidden
within the ramblings of forgotten time
and though I search the vestiges of
my mind to materialize what’s been lost
there’s no hiding the unseen loss
of this vacancy
long halls of time
voices hang in the air
flowing over breeze, making their
way back to me;
words i would long to hear
from long ago…
echoes of a past not mine
but somehow left in my memory…
and though your arms no longer
hold me- i can still hear your
whispering through the long
halls of time
harkening me backwards
the SIBYL'S SONG 